its a nice read... please read and enjoy....
here is a small excerpt.
Stone, rock, pure stone, deadly. Up higher it was easy because
of the peat, but right away the stone came up. and right there,
with a shitty little shovel, i started to dig. If it took me two
and half days to dig my little foxhole, how could the english build
an aluminum airstrip with hangars and everything in two and
half-hours? something went wrong.... They had machines, they had
everything. I dont know where they got them. So I wondered, how was
I going to win the war with my little shovel?
argentinian conscript walter donado (C company of the 25th IR)
